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THE CHIMERA'S TALE "A dream you dream alone is only a dream. A dream you dream together is reality."
Something stirs in the air of Emiri. By now, the strange transmission is everywhere. People are actually beginning to talk about it, though in the quietest sense of the word. Anything in public areas will immediately be ignored, and even then, rumors are quickly snuffed out by the presence of the authorities, who have doubled in number due to the fact Federick Link has gone missing. Questions about his disappearance will not be answered or tolerated; anyone who attempts to even mention the name will be arrested and immediately detained. However, repercussions of Link mysteriously vanishing can be felt planet-wide.
All interplanetary travel has been suspended until further notice. Transportation between cities and from city to Moira (and vice versa) are still possible, but every movement is now heavily monitored. Don't be surprised if you suddenly find yourself stopped or detained for questioning or someone goes through your things. The same night Link goes missing, those aboard the Moira experience a dream or vision. Yet, no one planet-side will even begin to know what is being said if someone decides to ask about them.
DREAM #1The dream begins with the character's interpretation of a happy relationship, one filled with love and respect. It fades to show the image of Link'd Inc and what they are capable of, the comfort that comes from finding that perfect someone, and the boy's face can be seen, smiling and consoled by the fact that he has done this. He is responsible for this union and will continue to do whatever it takes for others to experience that same joy. Yet, this content will be ruined if the Komai are allowed to persist in spreading these lies of theirs. He wants you to know that they are wrong, that they are simply trying to chase you away from the possibility of a perfect future.
Waking up is quiet, peaceful. There is an urge to stay that overshadows the panic slowly seeping through the ranks, and the only question in your mind is why would you want to leave?
DREAM #2The dream begins with your character's interpretation of a failed relationship, one filled with pain and hardship. It fades to show the image of the Komai and what they are trying to stop, the chaos that comes from being forced into a match, and the girl's face can be seen, frowning and upset by the misery that comes from what she has done. She is responsible for this union and does not want to continue to do whatever it takes for others to experience this heartache. Yet, this sorrow will continue if Link'd Inc persists in spreading these lies of theirs. She wants you to know that they are wrong, that they are simply trying to force you into a possibility of a broken future.
Waking up is loud, violent. There is an urge to leave that overshadows the panic slowly seeping through the ranks, and the only question in your mind is why haven't we left yet?
☄ HARASHANNormally a bright jewel of Emirian culture, Harashan is looking rather ragged in the days that follows the transmission. Members of the Komai, or perhaps sympathizers looking to vent their frustrations, have tagged several buildings and public places with graffiti. Symbols of the Komai are everywhere, as well as denunciations of Link'd Inc in general. BROKEN LINKS? LET'S BREAK THE WHOLE DAMN CHAIN. DOWN WITH LINK! LOVE CAN'T BE FOUND IN A TEST! FREE THE CHILDREN! The mood is tense. Occasionally, security will try and enforce the law and errant artists can be seen being dragged away. Onlookers appear either suspicious and fearful, and children are virtually nonexistent on the streets. Things are slowly beginning to reach a boiling point, and if one of those trouble makers happens to pin the blame on you, don't say there wasn't ample time to get away.
☄ AVELLEThe nightlife is everything. Welcome to Club Supernova.
Once inside, it's difficult to see who is who and what's happening between patrons. The music is loud, the lights are flashing, and it's a hypnotic craze that is easy to be swept up in. Yet, not everyone is having a good time. Perhaps an hour or two into the evening, you notice someone out of place at the bar. Their clothes are dirty, body language almost nervous. With the bartender turned, you watch them slip something into the drinks lined up along the bar. If you go to confront them, they will react in one of two ways. One: they will attempt to cause a commotion in order to slip away. Give chase if you think you can catch them, but inevitably, they will be lost somewhere outside. Two: they whisper "Don't stay here." and promptly bite down hard, the capsule hidden in their mouth breaking and killing them.
☄ ST. MURTELThere's nothing abnormal about a check-up, now is there? You go in, the doctor looks you over, and then you're on your way without much fuss. Yet, what happens when a routine check-up - part of the all-inclusive deal of having taken the Link'd Inc survey - takes a strange turn?
The nurse tells you that your doctor will be right in, but ten minutes turns to thirty, and thirty into an hour. If you choose to leave the room in search of some assistance, you'll discover that the halls are oddly empty; no nurses, doctors, or other patients anywhere around. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice movement, a quick flash of white—it's a child running in the opposite direction. When (or if) you reach the child, some of you may recognize them, some of you may not. The girl begs you for help, tells you that she doesn't want to do this anymore, but before you have the chance to respond, you're surrounded by officials who take the child away. If you try to stop them from taking the girl, you will be detained and sent back to the Moira with further instructions never to set foot in St. Murtel ever again.
Eventually, the captains will come to the crew about finding the Komai in order to do whatever they have to so they can leave. Yet, they know it isn't safe for the entirety of the crew to be split up among the cities and would prefer to search one place--for both safety and a possible quick get-away. There will be a meeting in the mess hall asking for input and to share what anyone has seen or information that might not have been public knowledge to the rest of the crew. This is a ship-wide announcement, so anyone is free to attend.
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01.21
st. murtel/moira (ota);
avelle (ota);
Moria
She's not really paying attention to where she's going, she just needs to keep moving. Rounding a corner, she's entierly unprepared to come face to face with ghoulish, grinning animal skulls. Lara tenses and then goes loose, mind settling on the fact that she hadn't grabbed her climbing axe on the way out of her room. Just as she's about to move, she hears a familiar voice.
"What-" The beam of light hits her hard, knocking her off her feet. She's rolling upright as soon as she hits the ground, ready to bolt for cover when they disappear. She stays crouched, eyes wild and body thrumming on the edge of movement. Then her eyes land on a familiar skull. "...Sans?"
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Sans sounded dazed and hoarse. That much magic expended all at once took a lot out of him, even when he was ready for it. As it was, it took Sans a moment to connect the dots between the sound of his blaster connecting with its target and Lara's voice. When the gears clicked into place, Sans felt vaguely ill.
"Shit, you okay?" In the space of a blink, Sans was at her side to survey the damage. No puns this time. Surprisingly, wordplay involving the smell of burned flesh wasn't at the top of his priority list. "I'm sorry, kiddo, I--"
Had a nightmare.
"--I dunno what happened."
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"What was that thing?" Magic, her mind supplies, but she needs to hear the word. She frowns suddenly, looking Sans over. "Are you all right?"
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Once he judged the wound as non-fatal, Sans allowed himself to relax a little. A lot, actually. Wheezing with relief beside her, it wasn't immediately clear which of them just sustained a powerful blast to the chest.
"Long story." Hard to evade something Lara just experienced in every sense of the word, but damned if he wasn't going to try. "I--that hasn't happened in a long time. Losing control like that."
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She can't actually tell if he's hurt or not. "First tell me if you're all right," she says, firmly, "Then explain what just happened."
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whoops that html
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St. Murtel
Something was clearly wrong here. All week she'd been trying to quietly suss out information from the locals, but had been shut down at seemingly every turn. No one wanted to talk about it. Those who did, did so with the enthusiasm of the deeply frightened...or else with such utter conviction she might think they'd been re-educated.
She tries her best to look innocuous as she wanders the halls, something of an expert at blending in. But there was only so much she could do and her body was tense, knowing it was only a matter of time before someone realized she was trying doors, and pressing buttons, poking around where she wasn't supposed to be.
She almost didn't notice Sans when she passed by him, making an effort to look no one in the eye or really anything other than look like she was on her way to a vey specific destination. When he speaks to her, she pauses, the only hint of her surprise in a slight raising of the eyebrows.]
I'm having a hard time imagining a skeleton doing much other than smiling.
[She seems distracted, aware of her limited time, but the MID on his wrist makes he feel compelled to at least respond. One of her own crew.]
But I'm sorry, no, I haven't.
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Ah... that's alright. [He rubbed the back of his cranium, looking somewhat lost. Of course, as par her observation, he was still smiling.] Well, look, my name's Sans. The skeleton. Can you do me a favor?
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What do you need?
[And as an after-thought.]
I'm Breq.
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I'm Sans. [If she shook, Breq would get a very small shock, courtesy of a hand buzzer he'd bought on Emiri. ... So maybe the planet wasn't total garbage.] Have you been planet side recently?
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And of course, her brave step into new territory is rewarded with a shock. She withdraws her hands, giving him an unappreciative glower, but answers the question.]
Of course. A number of times. [There's a tightness to her voice.]
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moria - comes in late with starbucks
What the hell was that?! He'll cough into his hand as he looks up at skeletal figure who had shot said energy blast. Then there's a familiar taste of copper in his mouth as he looks down and notices blood, ugh great, this is just what he needed right now.
"What...what the hell was that?" Said through broken gasping breaths. He is totally not healthy enough for this.
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Sans took two steps, and on the third he somehow managed to appear right at Cyrus's side.
"An accident," Sans assured, already preoccupied with looking him over. "Are you alright?"
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"Fine...just-" another cough or two as he winces in pain. Ugh this is totally not his day today. "-just give me a minute." Cyrus was used to combat but getting pummeled with a direct hit like that was not something he was used to, nor was it something his body could handle.
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"Shit," Sans muttered under his breath, dropping gingerly to his knees beside Cyrus. "Can I see?"
His energy was severely depleted from the blast, but the last thing Sans needed was anyone asking questions. Rubbing his hands together, a few green sparks started between his hands.
He wasn't very good at this, but maybe...
"I think I can help ya out, kid."
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Cyrus will shake his head holding up a hand as he does so. "It-it's okay. This...this happens a lot."
Which is not something you should admit but here it is. When it does happens it sucks a lot and that is no joke.
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Moira
But at least she's hyperaware enough that she feels the energy surge before she sees it. There's just enough time for her to brace herself and drop a shield of red before everything goes white. It protects her, though Wanda's never had to deal with anything like that and is left staggering from the impact. Still an improvement over that time Ultron knocked her to the pavement, though.
"...Sans?"
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He blinked, still half leaning on his back when the energy blast met its match in her own... magic? Surely he had that wrong. Humans couldn't do magic. Mages, sure, but only things like curses or charms. Never summoning it like that, as if it were a tangible entity. At least, not that Sans ever saw.
Terrifying implications aside, he felt as if a cold bucket of water was just dunked over his skull. She was rattled, but not hurt.
"Did you just--"
He couldn't finish his thought. Hard to describe something you've never seen.
THAT FACE
"Are you all right?" Can a skeleton - or whatever special thing Sans is - get hurt? She kneels, hands hovering, not sure what to do. "What happened?"
the face of a man desperately clinging to his fleeing chill
"Looks like I had a bit of a hiccup," he explained, without explaining anything at all. "Bones are pretty easily rattled, y'know? Heh."
let the anti-chill flow through you
She can't quite banish the bad parts of the - dream? Vision? Whatever it was - so for now Wanda's hypersensitive to Sans's unease. It's evident in the brief wounded expression she quickly masks, because of course he's afraid of her. Anyone with any sense should be.
even though she's just been magically attacked by a skeleton and by all rights she should be afraid of him, not the other way aroundWanda drops her hands immediately and she'd get up to leave right now if she was certain everything was actually okay. Most people on the ship don't have a defense for that. "You saw something."
It's not a question.
oh, it's happening.
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even later! more starbucks
Basically, Varric is never going to get a quiet life. Maybe he should resign himself to that now.
He steps off the shuttle - Maker, he's already almost treating this shit as normal, what is wrong with him - and, still dwelling, bangs directly into Sans without looking where we was going.
"Whoa, good to see you too-- eh?" His brain catches up to the question only after the joke. "You mean Sarah-- uh, Papyrus? Haven't seen him, why?"
hell yes, i'm gonna be wired for days
Which made his answer that much more disheartening.
"Eh, I'm just lookin' for him." Scratching the back of his skull, Sans looked something akin to nervous. Not exactly a frequent expression on the guy. "Things are getting weird planet side. Guess it kinda brothers me that I don't know where he is, heh."
i just hope it was long enough to get through this wait......
"Tell me about it. They pulled me in for a medical checkup, decided to leave me there to stew in my own juices for a while and then kicked me out. Apparently that's all a health check is these days."
And then small child and guards and a lot of shit, but what's more important right now... "I'm sure he's just seen something shiny in Harashan and wandered off there for a bit. Not a problem."
He doesn't know Papyrus quite well enough to say that for utter certain, but hell, it's possible. But either way: "We could always head back to the planet, take a look around. If there's a talking skeleton wandering around the planet-wide loveshack, somebody's seen him.
"That's the kind of boner people would remember."
Why does he let his mouth keep moving sometimes.
*always* my friend
"You're right. He's probably fine, my bro can handle himself." Still, hands shoved deeper into his pockets, Sans looked much keener on Varric's second idea. "Checking around for him wouldn't hurt though, if you're up for it."
<3!
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